C657 Finished

Zhai Tengyilang started sweating profusely, of course his head was covered in cold sweat. Ghost Dance, this won't do. You can't eat like this in my shop. How about this, I'll fry it with oil. "It's a bit more tender."

"Mm, then we'll do it this way." Gui Wudaguang nodded. As he did so, he handed over the record card in his hand. On the other hand